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She was conscious of needing to avoid his bruise. She leaned back, which had the effect of making her breasts jut out. His gaze was inexorably drawn there, and now his hands wandered up her sides, one thumb rubbing her nipple, then adding a scrape of his nail that created new, exquisite sensations.
“Don’t stop, baby. Keep going.”
The rhythm caught fire, as she moved up and down. Enjoying this man and how he enjoyed her.
“Stay with me, Ash. Fuck, yes, you feel so good.”
And then the words became moans, each one bringing them closer to release, and to each other. Each one, a word, a chapter, in the story of them.
30
A night out with his teammates at the Empty Net should have been a dream come true. Here Dex was, in the fold at last, surrounded by his ice brothers. Hell, he’d even made it onto the text chain. Yet all he could think of was what was missing.
Ashley.
Several of his teammates had brought their partners, and Dex wished he had his gorgeous woman on his arm. The sooner this court case was over, the better. Then he and Ashley could date for real—assuming she was interested in something more.
Banks nudged him at the bar. “Who pissed in your cornflakes?”
“Just missing someone.”
“Your doggie daycare chick?”
“She manages an animal shelter. For rescues.”
Banks looked skeptical. “Still haven’t convinced her to climb aboard the O’Malley train?”
Sharing was definitely not caring. “We’re taking it slow. I still have my court case to get through.”
“Right. No chick wants to be shackled to a guy about to be incarcerated.” Banks looked around, taking in the Rebels couples: Foreman and his wife Mia, Reid and the very pregnant Kennedy. Jorgenson had just arrived with Casey, and Bast and Pepper, Coach Calhoun’s daughter, weren’t far behind.
Banks’s lips curved. “Ah, you’re the one who wants to be shackled.”
“These guys seem really happy.”
He scoffed. “For now.”
“You don’t think there’s a special someone out there for you?”
Special someone? Since when had Dex started talking like the heroine’s bestie in a Hallmark movie?
His teammate’s expression was pure disdain. “Fuck, no. Any chick would have to be insane to get involved with me.”
Kind of a strange thing to say. Still, Dex would have liked to have his teammate’s self-possession. Banks didn’t give two fucks about anyone or anything and strode through life like it owed him a living.
“Want a drink?”
Dex shook his head. Banks shrugged and headed off to the corner where Foreman and Petrov were playing darts with their wives.
He shot off a text to Ashley, though it took him a few tries to get it right.
Thinking of you.
Can you come over to my place and wear that pink blouse with the white flowers, the one that does amazing things for your tits?
He settled on:
How’s Willa doing?
